Red River

Bloody tears still fall, feverish and dry. The river flows on even though, I'm already dead inside. I'm no longer welcome at my own funeral. I lay still and I wait. For someone to take the burden away, Along with my limpness body. I lay in anguish as the smoking gun fades away. All there is left to do, is to move on and deteriorate. Our ghost will not rest in peace. Our dreams won't be killed easily. The Red River will overflow. The truth will be known. The earth will shake, From the unbearable silence left behind. In the graveyard of lost dreams, The truth dies with you.